It's Past Christmas.

It's past Christmas, and my tree is still up.
It's past Christmas, and my stockings are still hung.
It's past Christmas, and there are still Christmas songs playing.

Look at the date.
It's New Years Eve.
Happy New Year!
It's time to go home.

Oh look, the tree is STILL up.
What're we going to do with it?
BURN IT!
CHOP IT!
TEAR IT TO THE GROUND!

"Nope...it's staying up till January 8th!" Mom says.

But Mom, it's past Christmas.

Put The Past Behind

It's frustrating enough to go through each day impressing you and making you like me.
It's infuriating enough that you can't get past the shit that has happened.
It's ridiculous you can't let something THAT DOESN'T AFFECT YOU in any way possible.

It's stupid.

It kills me enough that you can't let this weak girl to grow up.
It destroys me enough that you just sit there and torment him with your accusations.
It sickens me that you, his mother, won't allow him to be happy.

It's really dumb.

Can you explain to me why she's worth it?
Why does she have this effect on you where you hurt your son?
Can you not see how happy he is without her?
Can you not?

Open your eyes.
Open your God damn eyes.
Look what you're doing...

You're being really idiotic.

Malfunction.

So it's finals week at my school.
Let me say, that it sucks. Honestly.

It's all about the excitement of getting out just a couple hours earlier
and the nervousness of your overall academic accomplishments.

Some are easy.
Some are impossible.
Can you believe its only day one?

My brain feels like its about to internally combust.
My motor skills are slowing.
My speech is slurring.
My vision's blurring.
Mt stomach stirring.

Shoot, almost as if I'm just malfunctioning.